It wasn’t easy being little sister to the UK. After all it meant that you literally had the human representations looking out for you. Unfortunately it also meant that anyone with issues with your brothers came after you at some point in their quest for revenge.
That was the reason you why you were sitting in a cramped closet hiding from aforementioned guys with issues.
‘Damn it boys!’ you cursed mentally ‘who did you screw over now?’
“She don’t seem to be here Boss” a deep male voice called from in front of the closet bringing you back to your present situation. “Keep searching idiot,” a voice you assumed was the ‘Boss’ answered “if we can get a-hold of her, we can get back the money Nick lost in that poker game!”
Unable to stop yourself in time you started laughing hysterically, falling out of the closet. I between your laughing you managed to gasp out “Hehehe you ha... played against the twins in a haha poker game?”
“Yeah so what?” the ‘Boss’ grumbled. With a few calming breaths you turned to him, standing up as you did and said with a giggle
“Didn’t you know that they have the luck of the Irish?”
“Nuhu,” the deep voiced lackey told you
“Boss said they cheated.”
“Shut it idiots!” ‘Boss’ (as you had now christened him) commanded. “It don’t matter now anyways,” he sneered, “ ‘cause now we have you. So they’ll do whatever we say.”
“Wrong move,” called a voice darkly from the doorway. Turning around quickly you were greeted with the familiar (if not slightly more intimidating sight) of….
TO BE CONTINUED